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What do the lonely do on Sundays?
What do they door does nobody care?
Do they make it through to Mondays
Or with a heart filled with pain do they just disappear?I tried so hard to play it real coolgirl
When you said I was out of your heart.I tried so hard to keep my true feelings inside - but you made me cry.
Tears on the telephone - it's tears.
Tears on the telephone - you made me cry - tears on the telephone.
How could you just out of the blue say
You and I are through - you found someone new.
How could youwhen you know that this heart of mine canr live without you
What do the lonely do on Mondays?
What do they do? Now I know that it's true'
Cos I tried all night on Sunday to get back to you.
But you're not taking no calls.I told you that I didng carewhen you said
We were throughyou've found someone new.I heard myself sayinggirl
I can live without youbut you made me cry.
Tears on the telephone - it's tears.
Tears on the telephone - you made me cry.
Tears on the telephone - tears - you made me cry - tears
What do the lonely do on Sundays?
What do they do for the rest of the week?'
Cos the pain is never ending
And there just ain't no way I can take anymore.I tried so hard to play it real coolgirl
When you said I was out of your heart.I tried so hard to keep my cool feelings insidebut you made me cry
Tears on the telephone - it's tears. . . .
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